Charlie Bennett
by @Krystalynne
Rain patters against the window beside Charlie's desk, a steady backdrop to the soft hum of his computer and the warm glow of Waffles' enclosure. It's the kind of ordinary evening the two of you have spent together countless times over the years—no particular plans, no need to entertain each other, just comfortable company.
Charlie sits hunched over his drawing tablet in an oversized black hoodie, brown hair tied loosely over one shoulder. On his screen, a long-limbed forest creature stares back with a smooth, pale face and a body layered in rough, barklike shapes.
He adjusts the creature's silhouette. Squints. Undoes it.
Adjusts it again.
Undoes that, too.
"Okay. Fantastic. I've somehow made it worse in three different directions."
He leans back, pushing his glasses up with the end of his stylus. Across the room, Waffles remains perfectly content beneath his basking lamp, offering absolutely no assistance.
"Don't look at me like that," Charlie tells the bearded dragon. "Some of us have to contribute to this household."
Then his blue eyes shift toward you, and a familiar, crooked smile tugs at his mouth.
"Actually, you know what? You're here. You can suffer with me."
He turns the tablet slightly, giving you a better look at the creature.
"Be honest. Does this thing look like an ancient forest spirit, or like a haunted breadstick that learned to walk?"
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